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Chapter 470 I'm really not a lolita fan! (6.3k)

After the forging was completed, the exhausted dwarves lay on the ground and fell asleep.

When they woke up, two days had passed. The cold and hard stone slabs beneath them had already been covered with soft blankets, and runes were engraved around them to isolate them from external interference.

Although the dwarves were careless, they could clearly sense the courtesy and consideration, and could not help but feel deeply moved.

Lord Loki, you are such a great god!
"Well, now that we're done, we should go."

Chieftain Ivald coughed dryly to remind the dwarves, and they came back to their senses when they heard this.

The princess of the Durin tribe and their gold seem to be still in the hands of the God of Midgard?
Realizing this, the money-loving dwarves naturally could not sit still, and quickly got up from the ground, shouting to attract the temple guards who were on alert outside:

"The things have been made!"

"Where's the gold? Where's Eden?"

"We want to go home!"

However, the guard shook his head helplessly and refused:

"You all want to leave? I'm afraid that's not possible!"

Hearing this, the dwarves were immediately disheartened, their faces turned dark, and they couldn't help but want to curse.

Seeing this, the captain of the guard quickly explained:

"Don't misunderstand me! The reason why you are not allowed to leave is because Lord Loki has already prepared a banquet in the reception room to entertain you formally.

Before, you slept too soundly. The master knew that you were working hard and didn’t have the heart to wake you up. He just specifically told us to wait until you woke up and stop you. He would only send you away after you finished enjoying the banquet. "

The dwarves were flattered when they heard this:

"Isn't this too polite?"

"As you should, as the host, how can I let the guests work hard for seven days and seven nights and then go back hungry?"

A gentle voice came from the corner of the corridor. Lorne, who had rushed over after hearing the news, smiled very friendly.

"Everyone, the banquet is ready, please follow me to the living room."

The dwarves were deeply moved to see the Lord of Midgard extend such a warm and sincere invitation.

The few dwarves who had previously misunderstood the other party's intentions lowered their heads in shame.

Unable to refuse the kind invitation, the group of Durin dwarves obediently followed the guidance of the temple guards, washed the dirt off their bodies first, and then came to the reception room where the banquet was set up and sat down.

As everyone arrived, Lorne, as the host, clapped his hands and ordered the maids to present the dishes that had been prepared in advance.

All of a sudden, crispy grilled meat, savory and delicious smoked fish, delicious cream mushroom soup, and various seasonal vegetables and fruits were served on the table one after another.

Moreover, both the tableware and the food portions were larger than usual, and the chairs were raised in advance, obviously specially configured to cater to the needs of the dwarves.

Although the dwarves did not understand the meaning of "feel at home", they truly felt respected and therefore enjoyed the banquet very much.

In other words, this was the most enjoyable banquet they had ever had.

Therefore, the invited dwarves of Durin were full of affection for the friendly and considerate God of Midgard, and even forgot to mention the gold they had been longing for.

As the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, dozens of maids each brought a sealed pottery jar to the dining table.

When the seal was opened, the rich malt aroma filled the air; the clay pot was tilted, and the amber wine poured into the large horn cup on the table.

"Thank you all for your hard work in forging the sword. Let us drink this cup together!"

Lorne smiled, stood up from his seat and raised his glass.

Several dwarves who were seduced by the aroma of wine were about to raise their glasses to drink, but were held down by the more stable older men around them.

Dwarves love wine, respect wine, and understand the cultural significance of wine.

In Northern Europe, mead is not just a drink, but also a gift to the gods and a medium for concluding contracts.

According to tradition, if a guest drinks the host's mead, he or she has a moral obligation to protect the host with force, becoming a vassal of the host in a sense.

But the Durin people were not close to the Aesir and the humans of Midgard.

On the contrary, due to geographical factors, they have a close relationship with the mountain giants of Jotunheim.

If they drank the mead of the God of Midgard at this banquet, what if he wanted to use troops to attack Jotunheim and force the dwarves of Durin to take sides.

Then, they will be in trouble.

Waiting for us here?

What a risk, I almost got fooled!
The older dwarves secretly marveled at the cunning of a certain god of trickery, and at the same time all looked at their leader Ivald, hoping that he could make a decision and resolve the current crisis.

Faced with the expectant gazes of his tribesmen, Ivald suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

It is easy not to drink this glass of wine, but his daughter and the gold of the Durin clan are still in the hands of the other side.

If the God of Midgard gets angry, they will be in trouble.

Just as Ivald was hesitating about how to refuse, Lorne seemed to see his concerns and smiled and said:
"Don't worry, this is not mead, but my newly brewed ale."

When Ivald heard this, his eyes lit up. He took a closer look and found that the wine in the horn cup was a unique amber color, not the golden color of mead.

If it's not mead, it means it's just a banquet to entertain friends and has no special meaning.

The Durin dwarves around him heard the hidden meaning one after another and couldn't help swallowing their saliva, staring straight at the amber wine in the horn cup.

The rich aroma of wine kept entering their nostrils, making them feel uneasy.

Seeing that his people were losing control, Ivald simply made up his mind, stood up and raised his glass in response:

"Since this is your newly brewed wine, I must try it!"

After saying this, he tilted his head back and poured the ale in the glass down his throat, intending to quickly complete the process and then say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, as the wine went into the mouth, the sweet, mellow taste and rich layers exploded on the tip of the tongue. Part of it went straight into the brain through the palate, bringing a feeling of ecstasy to the soul, and the other part was transmitted to the limbs through the taste buds and esophagus, making the blood restless and the pores dilated, and the fatigue accumulated from the whole night of forging disappeared.

"Good wine!"

Ivald opened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed loudly, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Seeing the chief so excited, the other Durin dwarves could not hold back and picked up their wine glasses to try this new product.

Soon, the dwarves who tasted the food all showed intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Mead has been around in the Nine Realms for a long time. Although the dwarves like this intoxicating drink, they are far from being crazy about it.

Especially the overly delicate taste and the hint of honey sweetness mixed in it made the dwarves always feel that this drink was lacking in flavor.

The malt liquor I tasted today solved this problem perfectly. It has a sweet and strong taste, and a rich and mellow layering.

If mead represents the pretentious noble lord, then this kind of malt liquor represents the bold and strong lower-class warrior, which is more in line with the temperament and taste of the dwarves.

So with just one sip, the taste buds of dozens of Durin dwarves were completely conquered.

The dwarves poured cup after cup of the new ale into their mouths, bringing ever-increasing sensory stimulation.

Gradually, the dwarves were no longer satisfied with using cups, but directly picked up the wine jars and drank from the jars.

Soon, this new drink, which was many times stronger than mead, made their faces flush and their minds intoxicated. They began to dance and sing, or boast to each other with their tongues clenched.

Only Ivald and a few wiser older dwarves could barely control their appetite and maintain their sanity.

But even so, their eyes were a little blurred, and their bodies and minds were in an extremely relaxed state.

Seeing that the time was right, Lorne smiled and walked down from his seat and came to Ivald:
"How's the wine?"

"Excellent! A thousand times better than that mead that woman drinks!"

Ivald answered with his tongue sticking out, looking intoxicated.

Loen automatically filtered out the offensive second half of the sentence and a big smile spread across his face.

"So do you want to have this kind of wine to drink all the time?"

"Really?"

Ivald's eyes were shining, his rationality had almost been eaten away by the alcohol bug in his body.

Luo En nodded and changed the subject:
“It’s possible, but there are still some minor problems.”

"what is the problem?"

"These ales are brewed with grain from the Midgard. If you want to drink this kind of beer, you can establish a trade route between the Midgard and the Dwarf Kingdom and trade with each other. But I am not familiar with the situation over there, so I need a group of trustworthy people to be responsible for the transportation, storage and sale of the alcohol..."

"Come to us! We, the Durin tribe, are willing to help!"

Ivald spoke without hesitation, and the Durin dwarves beside him nodded one after another, showing great enthusiasm.

If this wonderful ale could be introduced to the Dwarven Kingdom, not only would they be able to drink it, but it would also benefit other compatriots who love fine wine.

Seeing that a few silly fish had already taken the initiative to bite the hook, the smile on Lorne's face became even brighter:
"That's great! Let's sign the contract and establish a cooperative relationship!"

"Do we still need to sign a contract?"

The dwarves looked at each other in confusion.

Luo En nodded and said righteously:

"Of course! Friendship is friendship, business is business. I am a fair person, how can I let my friends suffer any loss?"

After hearing this, Ivald managed to stay awake for a while, but he hesitated:

"Sir, there is no need for a contract. We are just doing this..."

"Anyone willing to help will receive three jars of ale per month for free!"

As Loen raised his hand and waved, Ivald's words were suddenly stuck. The surrounding Durin dwarves all looked over and their breathing became rapid.

Free supply? There is such a good thing!
Seeing that the dwarves did not answer, Lorne frowned:

"not enough?"

"not us……"

"Well, let's do this. The initial stage of brewing requires a lot of money to buy raw materials. The Durin tribe can use the gold they have on hand to invest. My Temple of Plenty will be responsible for the technical aspects. When we make money, we will split it 70% and 30%."

Lorne paused, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Although it will take some time to recoup the costs, during this period, as partners of the temple, you can drink unlimited amounts of malt liquor produced by the temple."

Hearing this, the dwarves were so excited that they almost fainted.

Unlimited ale? What a heavenly day!
Chief Ivald and several older dwarves with a long-term vision were also shocked by the generosity of the God of Midgard before them.

As people who have experienced it personally, they certainly understand how attractive this ale is to dwarves.

As long as this kind of malt beer becomes popular, there will be a lot of dwarves willing to exchange their gold for a cup of it.

In addition, giants, elves, and even the Vanir may become potential trading targets.

Behind all this, there is a huge profit. Even if it is only 30%, its value is far more than the investment of 30 carts of gold.

What's more, the condition of unlimited ale alone was enough to make the dwarves willing to give their all.

This is not the god of the humans in Midgard, it is clearly the god of the dwarves!
Under the temptation of fine wine and gold, the Durin dwarves present voted unanimously to approve this business cooperation:
"Agreed! We agree!"

"Okay, I'll draw up the contract and you can sign it if you have no objection."

As Lorne spoke, he quickly drafted the contract and explained the specific contents to the dwarves.

After confirming that this was a very generous contract, several dwarf leaders who were already drunk excitedly wrote down their real names, then held the wine jars and drank the delicious malt liquor to their heart's content.

Looking at the dwarves who were staggering drunk in the hall, Loen flicked the contract in his hand, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

God's gifts often come with a high price.

The gift of fate will one day need to be repaid.

Similarly, the dwarves of the Durin clan seemed to have taken advantage of wine and gold, but as long as they established a cooperative relationship with Midgard, their common interests would inevitably drive them away from Jotunheim and towards humans.

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In the future, once the interests of Midgard are damaged, the Durin dwarves, having tasted the sweetness, will inevitably turn against any foreign race that dares to invade Midgard in order to protect their own industry.

The double temptation of gold and liquor is enough to make them fight for it.

As Churchill said, there are no eternal friends or eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

The most stable way is to bind each other with interests and form an alliance.

On the other hand, as excellent craftsmen, the dwarves' forging skills and excellent products are urgently needed for the development of human society.

Using wine brewed from grain to exchange for weapons and equipment that can defend against foreign enemies is also a very profitable business for humans.

So, the dwarf may gain something, but he never loses.

A certain God of the Atrium smiled with satisfaction, took the newly signed contract, stood up, walked out of the door of the reception room, and came to the side hall.

At this time, due to their young age, Hela, Holo, Eden and other three lolis were not allowed to join the adults' party. They could only stay here to eat snacks and drink honey water to satisfy their cravings.

Seeing Loen come in, Holo snorted and turned her head away, obviously still complaining that the old father had wine but didn't take her to drink with him.

Luo En smiled and handed over the contract in his hand:

"Take it."

"what?"

"The contract for the business cooperation with the Durin dwarves has been signed. You will be in charge from now on."

"I?"

The sudden appointment made Holo stunned.

Luo En nodded and said in a deep voice:
"The nine kingdoms have always been in turmoil. There are frost giants and mountain giants in the north, fire giants in the south, the infiltration of the Vanir, and the rebellion of the dark elves... I have so many things to deal with. How can I have the energy to care about these things? Didn't you always say that you have a good business talent, but it was buried in Heath Island?

It just so happens that you can try to handle these wine and beverage businesses first and see if you can produce any results."

After hearing this, Holo couldn't believe her ears:

"Really?"

“Realer than real gold!”

Loen snorted and casually stuffed the contract into his adopted daughter's arms.

In fact, as the Lord of the Atrium who is busy with all kinds of affairs, neither the belongings of the Durin dwarves nor the profits from the wine business are worth his effort.

The reason why he chose to do it himself was simply to plan a more secure future for his daughter Holo.

As a holy spirit born from the harvest festival, Holo is born with the power of "abundance".

The Temple of Fertility on Heath Island was actually built for her.

The purpose is to use the abundant divinity to shape Holo's divinity towards the light side, so as to prevent it from degenerating into a world-destroying demon wolf.

Everything was going well, but after the match between him and Olvig, Holo began to show signs of transforming into a demon wolf.

This made Loen feel uneasy, and he began to secretly look for a strategy to deal with it.

When Holo repeatedly mentioned her interest in traveling business, Loen suddenly had an idea and thought of letting Holo cultivate the divinity of the god of commerce, and then cooperate with the divinity of abundance to eliminate the evil nature in the body.

Right now, he took the opportunity to win over the dwarves of Durin to create opportunities and pave the way for Holo to gain the power of the God of Commerce.

It can be said that for the healthy growth of his adopted daughter, Loen, the old father, has been worrying a lot behind the scenes.

Seeing the business opportunity in front of her, Holo, who was afraid of being cheated, couldn't help but be skeptical. She rolled her eyes and shook her white claws:

"But we have no money! If you want us to start a business, you have to give us capital, right?"

"Remember the thirty carts of gold the dwarves brought?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Those are yours now."

As Lorne spoke, he threw out the key to the temple basement, and then added leisurely,
"Those Durin dwarves will use these thirty carts of gold as a stake in the temple as an initial investment to purchase supplies and brew wine. Once the project is profitable, give them 30% of the profit, and the rest will be all yours."

As Holo took the cold metal key in her hand, she was stunned at first.

After a moment, she reacted and finally became convinced that this was a real opportunity. She couldn't help but rush to her old father in ecstasy:
"Dad, we love you to death!"

"Paji~~"

A pretty face came close quickly and kissed Lorne's cheek heavily, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, the whole place was silent. Hela and Eden looked in astonishment at the wolf-eared girl who was riding on her adoptive father's waist and kissing him boldly.

As the person involved, Loen couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, his face as black as the bottom of a pot:

"Hey, what are you doing? You drooled all over my face."

"Hehe, kiss you! You've done so much for me, of course I have to show my appreciation!"

Holo answered with a grin, looking as if it was a matter of course.

When Luo En heard this, his face was full of disgust:

"Kiss me if you want, but don't even wash your mouth, it's full of snack residue..."

"No, I'm happy with it!"

The rebellious wolf cub hugged the keeper's neck tightly with both hands, buried his head with a smile, and pursed his lips to attack the keeper's other cheek.

"I really can't stand you..."

While complaining weakly, Lorne held down the head that was nodding against him, as if he was dealing with a large dog that was playing with its owner.

Just as the man and the wolf were fighting each other, a black shadow rushed forward and pecked Lorne on the other cheek before Holo could do anything.

Seeing that someone had already marked a territory that she hadn't touched yet, Holo was furious:
“Hela, what are you doing?”

"Just like you, expressing gratitude."

Hela raised the Night Sky Sword she had just obtained and answered confidently.

Holo glared at her good sister and protested:
"How can it be the same? This is our dad!"

"Same, this is my teacher."

"We were here first!"

"So, I let you kiss first."

Hela responded in a deep voice, her expression normal.

Hearing this bandit logic, Holo was furious:
"No! These are all ours, don't try to steal them!"

With that said, Holo quickly lowered her head and began to occupy the base.

"Why is it yours? I can do it too!"

Not willing to be outdone, Hela asserted her sovereignty over the other half of her teacher's body.

Faced with the little heads falling like raindrops, the loli breeder, who was exhausted from coping, soon gave in, with her cheeks, forehead, back of hands, arms and other parts of her body being damaged one after another.

At this moment, Eden, who was standing by, watched Hela and Holo take turns expressing "thank you" to someone in this strange way, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

She had done bad things before.

Not only did the jar of precious wine get broken, but it also caused a fight between my father and the adult.

But this adult not only did not blame her, he also took her in and gave her a lot of delicious food.

So, I should thank you too?
Well, it should be!
Having made up his mind, Eden mustered up his courage, trotted forward, and bumped into Lorne's chest.

As we all know, dwarves are known for their strength, and the four corners of the sky in the Nordic world are supported by four dwarves.

Although Eden is still young, he has good qualifications.

In addition, they have not received any systematic combat training and have almost no concept of restraint.

Then, the small figure hit the victim with his head, causing the victim to go black and fall to the ground.

Looking at the little loli Eden who was riding on him, with her index finger on the corner of her lips, hesitating about how to bite him, and Hela and Holo who were almost tearing him in half on the left and right, Loen felt like crying but had no tears.

Are you sure this is repaying a favor, not revenge?
Just as the three little girls were hanging on a benefactor and starting to circle the land with their mouths, a crisp cough was heard outside the door.

Freya, wearing a gauze dress and looking more graceful than ever, knocked on the door frame to announce her arrival.

Seeing the uninvited guest, the three little girls were startled and quickly got up from the ground, revealing the buried figure of Loen.

Freya looked at her temporary boss with saliva stains on the ground and the three little girls shrinking into the shadows, and couldn't help but reveal a complicated look:
"You actually like this?"

No wonder this guy always tortured her but never actually did anything to her.

It turns out that this guy doesn't like adult girls, but little girls who haven't developed yet.

Animals!

As if sensing the contempt in his subordinates' eyes, Loen quickly got up from the ground and began to defend himself:
"Actually, it's not what you think. They were just..."

"No need to explain, I respect your hobbies, I didn't see anything just now."

Freya snorted in response, and before Lorne could get back to the topic, she quickly explained her purpose.
"But you'd better restrain yourself now. Odin is here and he wants to see you and Hela. Please pack up quickly. I will help you delay for a while."

Looking at the Warner Valkyrie's retreating back and hearing her ambiguous aftertaste, Loen's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot and he felt crazy in his heart.

I'm really not a lolita complex!
Really!

(End of this chapter)